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lirik lagu mask on my face – krucifix klan

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mask on my face lyrics
[chorus]
mask on my f*ckin’ face, i’m fiendin’ to increase my high
my eyes are bloodshot red as h*ll, you b*tches better recognize [x2]

[verse 1: evil pimp]
look into my k!ller eyes, you’ll see the devil in my soul
blastin’ bullets at your grill: scorchin, burnin’ hot like coal
step into my dungeon where dead bodies lie
i’m all surrounded by my silhouette at the bl**dy ritual
i will be unholy, k!ll you slowly, make you suffer first
slaughter you and drop you in the dirt, you won’t reach the hurse
lucifer the higher power resurrect my deadly friend
phantom ghoul i wanna sin
i heard a howl in the wind
acid rain i land in shame
venom running through my veins
head cells corrupted when you look into my maggot brain
down to stang on you lames
toss you virgins in the flames
not from east 99, but a n*gga crept and he came
i’ve been with the realest, the hardlife crew feelest your coughing
i’m feeling your family, i’m k!lling
i’m drilling these hollow [?] bottom
with bullets you swallow
and now you modeling death [?]
d*mn, reefer the reefer, geefer the heat
seeker with my sigma nine millimeter
[chorus]

[verse 2: playa rob]
i’m the craziest, better pay me b*tch
or i’ma rush you with the gun and i’ma take your sh*t
i ain’t never scared, i’m gonna leave you dead
and yo i’m aiming for your chest and i’m aiming for you head
[?] from the four fifty four [?] put a hole in your skull
better thank a bit, before you start some sh*t
i got a drum clip, i’m gonna pop this
c*ck this glock quick, it’s the krucifix
b*tch, you can’t stop this
drop this [?] motherf*ckin [?] and [?] chicken
and some weed and we leaving, you screaming
i’m a cold c*ck creep while you bleeding and pleading and achieving
to meet death with the reaper and the demons
now what was you thinking, b*tch you must have been drinking
evil pimp, playa rob and some choppers
it’s two thousand four k!lling coppers
none of you b*tches up out on the street can stop us, we robbers

[verse 3: crazy mane]
crucify n*ggas, i’m down to pull triggers
you quick with the shiver, and i must deliver
my hit
[?] chaotic when evil pimp start to smoke chronic
i’m going [?] everyday [?] ’cause i’m cray
mess
with my wesson i’ll leave your neck printed
on sunday news paper front page
do not [?] i’m insane
i’m a be [?] with that flow
and i’m going into it cause [?]
i’m blowing [?] your neck, you [?]
so don’t f*ck with n*ggas with triggers
[?] n*gga [?] ain’t get me some

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